父亲摆油炸摊子,维持着一家的生计。我11岁时,父亲说他准备微生意,一家人都很支持他。记得那天打柜子的时候,我们都很高兴,为木匠端茶递水,父亲也是忙得不亦乐乎。终于,傍晚的时候,柜子打好了,父亲很开心地把木匠送走。一回来就不停地打量新柜子,像小孩玩玩具一样——爱不释手。不知道过了多久,我一觉醒来,发现父亲还在忙着,而且,嘴角带着一丝笑容。 The father placed a fried stall and maintained his family’s livelihood. When I was 11 years old, my father said he was preparing for a micro-business and the family supported him. I remember when we were playing the locker that day, we were all happy to send water for the carpenter. The father was also busy. Finally, in the evening, the cabinet was laid and my father was happy to send the carpenter away. When you come back, you constantly look at the new cabinet, like a child playing with a toy—it’s hard to put it down. Do not know how long, I wake up and found his father is still busy, and, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.